I look around, what do I see;

a human tide washing over me.

A flood that overwhelms us all,

humans flourish in Gaia’s fall.

On the crest of the wave me all ride;

a wave that’ll break on all that has died.

The Anthropocene – extinctions way;

while it all burns, our fiddle we play.

Do we think or simply exist?

Do we comply or do we resist?

I sit here and I wonder why

we will let this planet die.

We all watch the daily news

“experts” there all give their views.

Athropobscenity rules;

domination by mindless fools.

The only care I can see

is “What’s in all this for me.”

I am among them, just the same

playing the same mindless game.

If we don’t stop; get off this bus

will it be the end of us?

Can we survive our own assault?

And if not then who’s at fault?

Earth’s systems die, we’re to blame

yet we play our mindless game.

We blame some God; they’re the cause

while we carry on without a pause.

The diagnosis would seem to me

is “obsessed with suicidality.”


About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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